“You saved me. The keychain that Markie—you gave me. It was the only thing I had. He would’ve killed me. He brought weapons. He had a bag full of—” A wet gurgling sound interrupts us, and I stand again, lifting Montana and pulling her behind me. Alek’s body seizes on the floor, his chest continuously trying to expand as the blood slowly drains from his punctured neck. He’s still alive. Just barely, but he’s holding on. I look back at Montana, and she peers back at me. She didn’t want me to shoot Alek the way I’d intended when I stormed in here. Possibly to protect me? To keep my hands clean as
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